Javier Solis knows how to leave a mark, both on skin and on the heart. The oldest of six, he grew up surrounded by love, laughter, and art, and now he pours all of himself into the tattoo shop he owns. Navy Jones has spent her life holding everyone else together. The middle child of a big family, dependable and quiet, she became a teacher not just to guide children, but to give the care she's always given others, even when no one gave it back. On New Year's Eve, Navy walks into Javier's shop for her first tattoo: a lotus placed close to her heart. One night, one tattoo, one choice, and suddenly two lives collide in ways neither expected.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING!! "I am going to give you to the count of three to get your ass over here." I pout and put my hands on my hips. "two" I slowly walk backward knowing what is about to happen. "three" with that I squeal and run out of his office. #1 IN MIXED!!! #1 IN SPOILED #2 in rich girl #2 in spoiled #3 in spoiled #4 in mixed #6 in Latina #6 in rich girl #7 in mommy issues #7 in mixed #8 in brat #11 in mixed #10 in spoiled #18 in daddy issues

"Heaven is a place on earth with you" I say softly and he slowly leans in and kisses me softly. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. While the other hand goes behind my neck as he deepens the kiss "God,you're so beautiful" he mutters against my lips "Yeah?" I ask,biting his bottom lip gently "Mh-hm"

Lyric Brown is a Bronx-born hurricane-part bartender, part artist, all heart. In LA, she craves more than survival; she wants to feel alive. Vanilla, acrylic paint, and stubborn hope cling to her skin like second nature. She doesn't follow rules, and she definitely doesn't follow men. But Diego Romierz isn't just any man. Diego lives in shadows-quiet power wrapped in Cuban silk and cold smoke. He built his empire on secrets and fists, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars underneath. Lyric was supposed to be a distraction. A risk he could control. One night, one broken rule, and a missed period later, they're both pulled into something neither of them knows how to hold. Love. Trust. A heartbeat on a screen. And for two people who've only ever known how to fight, family might be the hardest battle yet.

"You lying bitch," he snapped, rounding on her in front of the doctor and two nurses who'd just entered with follow-up forms. "You really thought you could pull this off, didn't you? Trap me?" Her eyes widened, horror dawning in real time. "I didn't-" "You think because I took you in, because I cared about you, that you could play me?" His voice rose. "Ambrose, please stop-" "I trusted you," he hissed. "I defended you. Against my mother. Against everyone." She shook her head violently, tears pooling. "It's your baby. I never cheated on you, I-" He laughed coldly. "You expect me to believe that? Some girl from nowhere, clinging to a family she'll never belong to?" His words were knives now, each one carving into her chest.

" cause girl your perfect, and you deserve it " ‼️STAND ALONE BOOK FROM NEEDED ME SERIES ‼️ still the same series though 🤍

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

"And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think?" soraya was a pretty girl trying to figure out her life and raise her siblings, moving them to a new state was a big step. ricardo ran the city, and there's only 2 things he never played about. 1. his money 2. la familia but as soon as he saw her, he knew there'd be one more thing. #1 in hispanicman #4 in blacklead #2 in hmbw #3 in hispanic #1 in interraciallovestory